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Neat, always wanted to participate in one of these from the start! Nivaren, Lord of Lines Manifestation Roll: 70 Materials Rubies Wax Ice Jossar fucked around with this message at 03:31 on Mar 14, 2019 |
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+1 to Salsa Wispings: 1 Remaining: -, -, 0, +
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Mar 18, 2019 23:50
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A deal has been struck, through will manifested towards the Ocean. A posi-wisp promptly for a penalty posthence. +1 to Don Keynoté Wispings: 2 Remaining: -, -, 0
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Mar 26, 2019 23:17
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Power granted, power withdrawn. -1 to Don Keynoté Wispings: 3 Remaining: -, 0
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Apr 8, 2019 19:46
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What, you want us to make this worse? Wispings: 4 Unused: - EDIT: See below. Jossar fucked around with this message at 12:57 on May 6, 2019 |
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Apr 24, 2019 15:24
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Not welcome! Vote changed to -1 Ham'Ush'Tork.
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May 6, 2019 12:56
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+1 Prince of Space
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May 23, 2019 22:51
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Jun 5, 2019 01:33
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A1 You don't mess around with Jim.
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Jul 17, 2019 16:40
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Jul 26, 2019 23:12
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Aug 2, 2019 19:51
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How interesting! https://orokos.com/roll/752559 - 68
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Well since i'm close enough that becoming a Chosen is still in the cards, better put up an application: Logo:  Name: T'fani, Chosen of Apparence Species: Empyrex Traits: Advanced Parallax, Basic Survival, Basic Honesty Description: T'fani is short for an Empyrex, which still has her standing a head above most of the other people of That Way, and is at all times "garbed" in a multitude of different colors - actually an application of Parallax distorting the light around her rather than an inherent quantity of any particular outfit she wears. Raised in the arts of the Mirallax, never was there a child better at manipulating light or worse at manipulating a room with subtlety. Recognizing that she was never going to fit in among her peers, T'fani instead managed to get out of the society of the wyrd weavers via the one method allowable in a society that can't afford to let its members go: personal service to its leaders. T'fani now serves as something of a well rounded and highly competent agent for the khans, for those missions where one wants to send a message VERY loud and clear. Jossar fucked around with this message at 20:58 on Sep 3, 2019 |
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  T'fani, Chosen of Apparence 4/4 Advanced Parallax, Basic Survival, Basic Honesty When the old Enjinn assigned to the matter of the artifacts by the Merchant Courts remarked that he'd been surprised to see an Empyrex so far out from the plains given the recent movement of the clans, T'fani's response had been short and plain: "I stand out." And so it was true: to the extent that the Khan and Khanum thought that eyes should be present on their activities at all, they wanted them to be positive in nature - to show all of That Way that the Empyrex were the just side in the upcoming fight against the tyrannical Aurocs (may the soles of their feet find only broken glass!). And what better way to do that then have a mighty master of Parallax as their showpiece? So T'fani had been dispatched, with a fairly loose set of reins, to wander the lands of the minor powers and aid them in whatever way she could. And if some of those deeds should happen to earn the good graces of a People, then all the better. The wyrd caller felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that this kind of maneuvering was a little too much like what she had left the Mirallax to avoid, but after she had been on the road for a bit decided that it was cracked thinking. She just needed to keep on moving, be herself and all would be well. And she had found a number of interesting opportunities regarding heroics as she went from town to town, but nothing really big until now. The recent spree of artifact thefts seemed curious, but what really caught T'fani's attention was that the culprit was a suspected Roozemeister. The Roozemeisters were well regarded by the Mirallax as one of the few forces on That Way capable of matching them in the arts of deception, but were known to follow a strict code that prohibited fraud or theft. When else would she ever get to match wits and skills with one? So she decided to take the job, leading to this meeting with Bobbel Oveur, Clerk of the Merchant Courts. The affable, yet slightly overly billowing Merchant was curious to know how T'fani planned on catching the thief. After all, they were sufficiently clever to avoid detection beforehand, and this was doubly the case since they could shift form to become anyone, even appearing as an artifact's rightful owner. T'fani reassured the man that one working of Parallax over the artifact was all it would take, at which point all he needed to do was maintain the usual security details and the thief would naturally reveal themselves, clear as crystal. She was, however, insistent before performing the working that if the thief did turn out to be a Roozemeister or Mirallax that the thief be returned to the order to be dealt with by their laws, unless granted permission. Common courtesy to fellow illusionists after all. The next artifact stolen by the thief (or thieves) will alter their appearance in a manner unmistakably marking their guilt, regardless of form. 20 (!) Jossar fucked around with this message at 03:59 on Sep 10, 2019 |
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T'fani, Chosen of Apparence 4/4 Expert Parallax, Basic Survival, Basic Honesty T'fani sat in her quarters and stared at the golden letter for a long time. The artifact of Au the Gilded was located in Shardrock. This had to be related, it had to be! Now, the Clans had known about this. In fact, pretty much everyone did, it was one of the worst kept secrets in That Way. But it was thought that the artifact was some kind of symbolic object that the Aurocs were using to justify another round of warmongering, or at most it was a trinket of the Old City (where streets were paved with gold, windows were full of glass, machines ran on steam, buildings were built of chitin, and slime flowed plentifully from sinks) that was powerful merely by the standards of the current Era. But the amount of effort being invested into delivering artifacts to its location was ridiculous! The waste of wealth, the concentration of magical power that could be used to shore up other fronts, the expenditure of manpower! And make no mistake, that last one was pretty difficult, as the Aurocs had to find agents willing to surreptitiously discover and deliver messages to individuals capable of acquiring all these lesser wonders. That had to be a massive blow to somebody's ego, or the Auroc intelligence network was buried far deeper than anyone thought. In any case, there was a message that needed to be sent to the Khans indicating that something bigger was happening here than anyone had previously thought. But after catching that thief, she was probably on the radar of whoever was orchestrating these schemes, so she couldn't report in directly. No, sticking to the original plan was the best cover: have the message be discretely transported once in Empyrex territory, while T'fani herself continued to draw attention as a lone adventurer. So what was the most obviously heroic thing that T'fani could do that would nevertheless give her an excuse to go back to the plains? ________________________________ "Holy shard, this has got to be the stupidest thing i've ever done." Well the hand-off in the middle of the night to a courier had gone well, and indeed needed to be done first. Not like she'd find anyone even miles away from the Broken Facility of the God-Shattering Star. As T'fani stood in front of the hulking mess of a building that lay before her, she remembered the countless legends that her clan's Storyteller had recounted of this place when she was just a girl. Mainly about how it was horribly cursed and anyone who got close would shatter into a million billion pieces. T'fani wasn't sure how true that was, though she'd kept up a slight distortion field on the way here all the same. Couldn't hurt, right? T'fani hesitated as she was about to cross the threshold into the building proper, consumed by nameless dread. But eventually she forced herself to start walking into the facility, taking each step carefully, one foot after the other. "Besides, if what they have is really bad, we might just need something like the Star." Retrieve the God-Shattering Star 1d20+1: 15 Jossar fucked around with this message at 16:18 on Oct 19, 2019 |
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